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The Fixer Upper

We had recently moved into a fixer upper, a house in dire need of some TLC. My wife, Anna, and I had been renting for the past three years, since our marriage, and we were now hoping to build some equity in a home. I had taken a semester's leave of absence from the college where I taught so we could finish the project in a reasonable length of time.

My dad, Robert, was semi-retired, and at fifty five years old, was begging to help us out, just to have something to stay busy. He had been a builder when he was younger and as such, was a great asset to us with the technical aspects of the project, and to be free labor too!

My mom, bless her soul, had passed away before Anna and I became a couple. I wish she could have met Anna...She would have adored her.

Anna and I had set up the nicest of the bedrooms in the old, run down house to live in. We had a bed, folding chairs, and some of our clothes, everything else was in storage.

We began rebuilding the house from the outside - in. We had a new roof on and had moved on to the siding, when, on a day that would become eventful for the most inane reason - a sudden cloudburst drenched the three of us as we worked together replacing the warped and cracked siding.

As Dad and I hustled to get the tools out of the rain and into the garage, Anna grabbed towels and a blanket. The blanket was to make a curtain to protect our privacy. Anna strung an extension cord between the metal tracks of the garage door, and draped the blanket over the cord, making a curtain, of sorts.

As Dad and I made the last trip in with the tools, Anna and I jumped on one side of the curtain, Dad was left on the exposed side, the side with the opened garage door.

"A little help here!" he called out.

Anna and I were busy stripping off our wet clothes. And didn't immediately respond to his plea.

"Can you close the door?" he begged.

With a giggle, Anna, in panties, ran to the button and pressed it, closing the garage door.

She ran back and as she dropped her panties, she gathered up our wet clothes and placed them in a pile away from us. She grabbed the towel I offered her and began to dry off.

We were giggling and laughing at our poor luck and the lost day's enterprise when I noticed that Anna and Dad had stopped making any sound at all. I was drying my face and hair and as I pulled the towel away, I looked to see my father staring. I looked to where he was looking and saw Anna, standing naked, looking back at Dad. The blanket had fallen to the floor leaving us exposed...

They stood as if a spell had seized them. I croaked out, "Oh shit!" And they both scrambled to cover themselves.

As Anna turned and wrapped towels around herself, Dad had wrapped his waist with a towel, but continued to gaze in Anna's direction. Suddenly, he realized his indiscretion, and averted his eyes, looking at me with a hint of guilty delight ensconced on his face.

We didn't speak of it as we cleaned up, dried our things and ate a light lunch.

After Dad left though, Anna asked me, "Mike, do you think your dad was embarrassed today?"

I didn't think before I answered. I wasn't thinking of his embarrassment. I was thinking of the look on his face as he watched her...

"I don't think he was embarrassed, honey. I think he was aroused."

Maybe it was a poor word choice, but it seemed descriptive at the time...

"Oh god! Do you mean he...?"

That's when it dawned on me what I had said - that my father had lusted after my wife - and that now, a simple mistake had been elevated to such a magnified level of import, not because of anything that had been said or done, but by the impression I had of my father's intention.

"Well..." I began to sidestep my assertion, and explain my way around my indelicate word choice.

But before I could think of what to say, Anna mused out loud, "It must be hard on him...being without someone...you know? To be with...to love..."

I was abruptly stifled. Hearing my wife speak of my father like this was concupicent to say the least. My interest was piqued, where was she going with this line of thought?

"I suppose..." I enjoined her, treading softly.

We readied for bed, and as I watched her undress, I recalled the look on my father's face. I became hard with the nervous energy of taboo fantasies dancing through my mind.

"Umm, look who is ready for some attention." Anna said as she encountered my excited state.

I smiled and crawled up to her in bed. As we made love, the recurring thought of my dad seeing my wife naked had me so agitated, I began to worry I might not last if the thought persisted.

But I was conspired against by stimuli beyond my control; "Do you think your dad ever thinks of remarrying?"

The question, asked as I penetrated her, was a veiled reference to his sexuality; did Dad still have urges? My load was dispensed immediately. I ejaculated into Anna forcefully, again and again.

As I hadn't yet answered her query, Anna asked again, "Do you think your dad has any desire for a woman?"

After my orgasm, the thought of discussing my father's libido was disconcerting.

"I don't know, honey. Why the sudden concern?" I expected my direct inquiry to dampen her inquisitiveness.

It didn't.

"He is a handsome man, still... and he is well endowed too!" She began to fondle me as she spoke about my father. I suspected she was imagining being with him...But her continued conversation skirted around the fatal attraction she harbored for my father.

"Do you think he is lonely?"

I had never imagined him being lonely, but I now gave thought to it, and surmised he must experience some measure of loneliness.

"I suppose."

I was hard again; her subtle manipulations had me turgid with a desire to be with her again as I fantasized about my father's lust for my wife.

I entered her once again and she became animated. She was writhing and humping against me with a passion too long subdued. She was mumbling something about Dad being in such great shape when her orgasm hit. She screamed and thrashed against me, violently reaching her release and shuddering to a sweaty climax.

I wanted to ask her if she had imagined being with him as she fucked me... But I couldn't bring myself to ask; I was frightened of the answer!

We slept the night away, exhausted. But with the morning came the realization that the home remodeling project had a new dimension to it.

As Dad sipped coffee and prepared the tools for the day's tasks, Anna seemed to hang back, watching.

She was intently observing everything my dad did.And I was watching them! If he picked something up, she would look at him as if it was the first time she had ever seen the task being done. If she moved or bent over, he would watch her, and I would imagine what he might be thinking...

Then she began to follow him around as he worked. When he reached for a hammer she would insinuate herself close so as to be too close for him to work.

Soon, the game seemed to devolve into normal work banter and my interest began to wane; I became immersed in my work, and without an overt act of seduction I lost interest in the drama for the time being; the light of day having dispelled the magic of the last evening's lascivious passions.

It was lunch time and I was at a stopping point in my work. I looked for Anna and Dad, but didn't see either. I heard voices and stepped into the doorway of the house to find Anna making sandwiches and Dad seated on an old bucket, watching her work. I felt a wave of erogenous delight surge through me. As I continued to watch, it became clear that they were talking of sex!

Anna was explaining, "I enjoy sex, but it has to be about love too...I think that it's important to be loved, not just used. Do you see what I mean?"

Dad agreed, "Sure, sure. I think that way too. It's about the love, the sharing, the caring..."

He was intently watching her as she worked. But his eyes followed her shape from her slender thighs to the peaks of her breasts, his interest was clearly lustful.

I announced my presence by making noise as I stomped my feet, pretending to be just entering the room. The mood of the room changed instantly as the conversation stopped and we ate lunch without comment.

As we ate I wondered if their conversation was constrained by any boundaries...Was there an inhibition to their sexuality, their attraction, or did they feel a need to explore the infatuation further; far enough to manifest itself into a physical relationship?

I excused myself and returned to my work. They followed and began to work also. My mind became a furious caulderon of prurient thoughts. I was wondering if I wasn't there, would they try something?

I thought that if I slipped away for a while, perhaps they would be emboldened.

I decided to force the issue, "Hey, guys, I need to run to the hardware store. Does anyone need anything?"

"Nope." Dad answered.

"How long will you be gone honey?" Anna asked, demurely.

I imagined that she had asked the question for nefarious purpose, was she telegraphing her intent? Or was I just fantasizing the entire thing in my head?

I was in my truck and out of sight within a few minutes. I drove to the corner convenience store and parked for just a few moments. I was shaking from the anticipation of what I expected to find. I drove back toward the house but parked just down the street, out of sight of the house.

I jumped out of the truck and skirting the side of the house, made my way to the back yard. I expected to find them in another discussion about sex as they worked, but they weren't where I could see them.

I rounded the corner and heard a gasp. It was Anna's voice. I looked to my left and saw them in an embrace, kissing. They were in the doorway, moving inside the house, toward the bedroom Anna and I shared as man and wife.

Anna was pulling Dad's shirt over his head. Dad had his hands underneath her blouse, mauling her breasts.

They broke their kiss for a moment and Anna gasped out, "Hurry, we don't have much time..."

My father reached down and dropped his pants to the floor. When I looked back at my wife she was topless.

Dad began to get onto the bed, but Anna stopped him, "No, we can't mess up the bed!"

Oh god! I Thought, they were going to fuck!

She began to kiss him and Dad embraced her. Standing there, she grasped his erect penis with one hand and began to stroke him.

Anna was panting and kissing his face and neck. Dad was stroking into her hand, his buttocks flexing and contracting as he forcefully stabbed at her gentle manipulations.

She increased her pace until Dad began an orgasm, screaming out, "Oh, darling!"

And then Dad tensed, his muscles flexing as his back hunched and he began ramming into Anna's firm grip with a superhuman force. He held her tightly as she milked the last few drops from him.

Then, as she gasped out for him to, "Be careful!" I saw what had her concerned; his semen was dripping on to the bed.

As they began to kiss again, I backtracked to my truck and decided to give them cover. I texted Anna's cellphone and said it would be awhile before I could make it back home. I gave no further explanation, but the time would allow them to recover sufficiently to appear as if nothing was amiss.

As I sat in my truck I wondered if Anna would admit to her seduction of my father? Was this a one time thing? Were either of them motivated for more than just a one time hand job?

I had more questions than answers...

When I returned Dad was gone and Anna was in the shower. I announced my return and she told me she would be right out.

As she dried her hair, she seemed to make an effort to avoid looking me in the eye. She was still recovering from her dalliance with my father...and trembling...

"Why did Dad leave so soon?" I asked.

"Umm, he had to get home for something..." She fibbed.

I decided to pry a little to see if she was going to be forthcoming, "Did Dad say anything about what happened yesterday?"

I could sense her tense up, "He apologised for looking."

"What did you say?" I was getting excited by the deceptive game we were playing.

"Umm...I just said it was alright, you know? No harm, no foul..."

"Did you mention your concern for his love life?" I sensed her tense up again. She began to tremble visibly.

"We talked..."

"Are you satisfied?"

She shot a look that was as curious as it was accusing, "What do you mean?"

"With your talk...did Dad bare his soul to you?"

As I said this I acted as if I accepted it as purely platonic.

She seemed to be struggling with her answer. When she answered it surprised me, "We kissed, and I told him he was too handsome to be a monk."

"You kissed?" I said this with an edge to my voice, I immediately thought I had over-responded; discouraging her further admissions.

"I love your dad. He's such a good man..." She said tenderly.

"I know..."

"Honey, If I..." She began, but halted, pondering her words carefully, "Would you...I mean if you didn't mind..." She was struggling with her lust for my father and any recrimination I might express for her dalliance.

I decided to help her along, to lessen her struggle, "Baby, is my father's happiness this important to you?" I was able to skirt the sexuality of the issue well enough but still address her desires.

"Well, I suppose it shouldn't be, but it is."

"But what are we to do about it?" I was on the cusp of erupting from the sheer erotic madness of the discussion.

She was silent for a long moment. I imagined it was for her to gather the strength to continue the line of thought.

And then she asked, "Would you mind if I visited him...sometimes?"

"Sometimes." She said "sometimes". This wasn't a one off, flirting, dalliance. This was a visit Dad "sometimes" thing; a recurring affair! With my father!

I was stunned to silence, I was thick tongued and unable to believe she had actually asked the question!

Finally, I mumbled out, "Visit my dad? Does he know you're coming?"

She picked up on "does he know you're coming?" and instantly perked up looking me in the eye for the first time since the discussion began; I had given her a tacit approval.

"I told him I might drop by, just to see how he's doing...He must be lonely in that house...all alone..."

"He knows you're coming?"

"We were talking and...well...the idea just came up..."

"Whose idea was it?"

She quivered with sexual tremors, her voice was faint and hollow, "He asked me to come over tonight...But it was my idea..."

She avoided my stare.

I wanted to ask; are you going to fuck him? Will you be back tonight? But I didn't. What I did say was, "Don't stay too long, we have a big day tomorrow."

She looked up. A smile spread across her face. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. I remembered that she had kissed Dad; with these very lips...

She made little fanfare of preparing for her visit with Dad. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, no panties or bra; they weren't necessary after all, but it was not discussed, nothing was said of her true motive for any of this...I was in perfect agony, wishing to beg her for a confession, plead with her for details of her affair with my father...

I sat on the bed and watched her as she went to brush her teeth. When she finished, I could hear her talking on her cellphone. "Be there in a few. Okay! Love you, bye..."

She bounded over to where I was sitting and leaned in to give me a kiss goodbye, "I love you so much honey."

"I love you too." I experienced something akin to a panic attack and added, "Be careful, Anna..."

"I'm going to be with your dad, honey..."

She had no idea how absolutely salacious that statement sounded.

She left and with her went my sanity.

I tried to watch television, it was useless. My thoughts haunted me. I imagined what they were doing, and how they were doing it. I recalled how she had jerked off my father, and I recalled Dad's semen splashing onto the bed. I began to look for the stains they may have left behind. I imagined I had discovered traces of their illicit act, but more than likely, it was just my imagination.

I resisted jacking off; I desperately wanted to be capable of performing when Anna returned home from Dad's house.

It was late when she came home. She slipped into bed beside me and allowed me to spoon with her. I slipped a hand between us and felt for what I knew must be present if they had been together. She was wet - very wet. I was immediately engorged and, trembling, probed her with my erection. I pumped her for several short strokes and began my orgasm.

I rolled over and fell asleep from the exhaustion of the day's emotionally tumultuous events.

The following day was one of tense interaction. Anna and my father were trying desperately to maintain a semblance of propriety. Several times during the day I would see them dodge around a corner and kiss. They were acting like teenagers, concealing their behavior from me.

I assumed they believed me to be ignorant of their true relationship. But could Anna be so naive as to believe that? Or was she just trying to be discrete? In either case, I was made the recipient of a agitated libido; one borne of their licentious behavior.

The day wore on inexorably, I waited for an overt act to occur that would be the "Ah-ha!" moment... The moment evaded me.

As Dad left, Anna walked him to the door, I held back, listening. They conversed quietly at the door. I heard a moan from Anna as Dad must have been kissing her, caressing her as he prepared to depart. I heard Anna say, "Okay," to something Dad had asked of her. I could only imagine what the request might have been...

We ate dinner and as Anna showered, I washed the dishes. When she came out of the bathroom her actions were of a woman that was content to relax and prepare for bed. So when she asked, "Do you mind if I pop over to your dad's house?" I was taken aback, unprepared for the request. Looking back it was no real surprise, but her nonchalance and lack of preparation had me unaware.

"Tonight?" was all I could muster without divulging my true expectations.

"Uh huh." She responded softly, almost imperceptibly, while running a comb through her wet hair.

I stood and moved behind her. I placed my hands on her hips. She was in a dressing gown, and she smelled of soap and conditioner. I breathed in deeply, savoring her scent.

"How long will you be?" I asked in a steady, noncommittal voice.

"Umm, maybe, uh, maybe late, uh..." She was trembling beneath her robe. Her arms were covered with goose bumps from the excitation, the anticipation...

I leaned in and kissed the nape of her neck. I breathed warmly on her neck before pulling back, saying, "You and Dad have become quite close..."

She shivered from my assertion, "He's very...lonely..."

I knew "lonely" was an adjective that could easily be replaced with loving, or horny...

"Dad seems to appreciate your attention, Babe." I teased lightly, and then added, "Don't be too late."

It was midnight when I heard her come through the door. I was anxious. I was aroused, and I needed my wife...

She slipped into the bathroom and I heard her tinkling in the toilet. I couldn't wait. I stood and went to the door. I watched as she wiped herself dry.

"Everything okay?" I asked, for want of a real question.

She smiled and she appeared demure, as if nothing had happened; as if she hadn't been with my father in a sexual romp.

"Yes I'm okay, but I think I need to sit here for a few minutes."

I realized what she meant but I was compelled to ask her, "Why?"

She looked at me, making a face that seemed to ask, "Really?"

"Oh!" I replied, "I guess I'll wait for you in bed..."

She sat for a few minutes before she flushed the toilet and made her way to the bed. In the dim light I could discern nothing displaced or different. What was I expecting? I didn't know what to expect.
She climbed in bed next to me and cuddled closely. I needed to fuck her but I also needed to hear of her "visit".

"So how was your...Visit?"

She giggled, "My visit?" she giggled again and then continued, "Your dad is a very lonely man, honey..."

"How so?"

"Well, he still misses your mom."

"So do I..."

"Umm, but you have me, he doesn't have anyone..."

I resisted stating the obvious, that he did have her too!

"I guess I never really thought about it."

"Well, I think I made an impression on him. At least he seemed to be distracted while we...visited together."

"Speaking of being 'together', what did you two get up to?"

I finally asked the question I had been aching to ask, since I observed them together.

"Do you really want the sordid details?"

"Are the details sordid?" I sensed her avoidance.

"I think he's a good man."

How innocuous was that? She states he's lonely and a good man, but avoids the fact that she just fucked him!

I decided to ease her into divulging her affair with Dad.

"Were you good to him? Was he at least appreciative of your being with him?" There, it was said, in so many words; she was with him.

"I think he enjoyed himself."

Himself? Why would Dad enjoy himself while he was fucking my wife? She was still avoiding my queries...being deceptive to the end.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked, using her reflexive pronoun as well.

"Umm."

She maneuvered over me and in one fluid motion took me inside her. I fucked up into her as I continued the inquisition.

"Did Dad let you on top?" I needled her, and for the first time I intimated their sexual activities.

"Oh god!" She gasped.

I had struck a nerve. She was grinding on me and her pace was quickening.

"Did he let you cum? Did you cum on Dad's dick?"

"Umm, oh!"

"Show me how you fucked my dad..."

"Oh god!" She screamed out loud, She raised up, her arms on my shoulders. She looked through hooded, smokey, eyes at me; her teeth shining whitely as she gritted them in determination.

"Was dad a good lover Anna? Did he fuck you like you wanted?"

"Yes...yes...oh yes!"

I took that to mean that she had really enjoyed him, but it was in the throes of ecstasy that she had said it. I needed confirmation.

As she began to slow from her orgasm and relax; I proffered another inquiry, "Was he everything you expected?"

"I'm not sure what I expected honey..."

We were silent for a time, each to our own thoughts...

"Babe, you mentioned visiting Dad 'sometimes'. Does that mean you will see him again, I mean like...well, you know?"

She was laying on my chest and her face was on my shoulder. She breathed in deeply and let it out.

"If I said yes would you be okay with it?"

"I've already said yes once, haven't I?"

"But that was before I slept with your dad."

She had finally admitted to sleeping with my father!

I wanted to expose her deception, but my heart wouldn't let me do it. I succumbed to my instincts and reserved the knowledge of their earlier promiscuity.

"So, you really did enjoy being with him." I said with a smile.

"I was there for him...But..."

"But, what, Babe?"

"But he made me feel good too!"

She began to tickle me, and we played for a for a few minutes before she sat up, expressed a serious look and began to speak, "Dad and I made love last night..."

"Really?" I pretended to be dense.

"I want to be honest honey..."

"So, when did you and Dad decide on this? How did he seduce you into visiting him?"

"When you went to the store the other day...I...well, I kissed him and we..." She was squirming out of nervous tension.

"You mean, here? You had my dad here?" I pressed her just a little, feeling just a touch of superiority at already knowing...

"Well, it wasn't really sex...I just helped him get off...with my hand."

"Wow!"

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I know I should have said something, but I didn't know how you would react."

"But last evening you..." I left it unsaid; she knew what she had done.

"I was just so hot for him after the blanket exposed us... God but I needed him, wanted him. Oh it was all my fault honey."

Tears were flowing gently down her cheeks.

"So it wasn't Dad's idea?"

"No! I just made it hard for him to say no..."

"But where? How?" I continued the tease.

"Standing right there." She pointed to where I had seen them standing next to the bed.

"I would have liked to seen that!" I said, matter-of-factly.

"Really? You aren't angry with me?"

"Well, it's obvious that you were lusting for him..." I decided enough was enough, it was time to let her off the hook.

"Oh honey!" she hugged me and plastered me with kisses.

But I had one burning question eating at my conscience, "Does Dad, suspect that I know?" My wonderment was one of perspective; did Dad think he was cheating with my wife or sharing her with me?

"He didn't say, but I'm pretty sure he's concerned you suspect something..."

"I see..." My mind was considering the possibility that my father was cheating with my wife.

"Honey, you must think I'm a slut for seducing your dad!"

I thought of the statement for a moment. How did I really feel? I never once thought that way about her. I never questioned their attraction to one-another, it was only natural. She had worried about him, they had an attraction, a moment of lust, and consummated a sexual relationship. A perfect storm of desire!

"I never thought that way about you Babe."

She began to cry. I held her tightly and assured her of my enduring love.

As she sniffled she asked, "Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to see me with your dad?"

I nodded, affirmatively.

"I suppose it would be kinda fun, huh?" she giggled through her sniffles.

"I love watching you two tease and flirt..."

"You do? When did you see us?"

"Babe, you two weren't too subtle about your fooling around!"

"Oh god, was I acting like a slut?" She blushed again.

I laughed out loud, "No, but it was fun to watch nonetheless."

"Keep an eye out tomorrow, and follow my lead. Okay?"

"What are you up to?"

"Just wait and see..."

The morning came and the potential for Anna's promise was omnipresent.

As I pulled my boots on, I heard Anna greet Dad at the door. There were soft murmurs and what I surmised were kisses between lovers. I stood and made sure they knew I was present as I entered the room.

We worked until noon and I began to wonder what Anna's plan was going to entail.

Then she asked me if there was enough trim paint for her to finish the window trim.

"Uh," I stuttered, looked to her for direction as she motioned with her eyes to beat a path out for more paint. We had plenty, she knew it, I knew it, But Dad didn't. "I better go to the store while you get some lunch ready."

Dad offered to go with me but I declined his offer and explained that I would appreciate him finishing the siding while I was gone.

As I had previously done I pulled my truck out and went around the block, parked and made my way to the backyard.

When I rounded the corner, I expected to continue to the house, but there standing before my father, was my wife; with my father's stiffening penis in her hand, as they kissed frantically.

Anna saw me arrive and redoubled her attention on Dad's erection. Occasionally she would look to gauge my reaction. She had him aroused fully and then stood, pulled her shorts and panties down to her thighs and bent over the sawhorses we used for a makeshift work table. Placing one hand on the wood planks for support as she reached back for Dad with her free hand.

Dad moved to her and placed his engorged penis at her delicate flower. He pressed forward and as he did I glanced at Anna. Her eyes were locked onto mine. She watched me as I watched my father begin to penetrate my wife's tender love portal.

I was stiff. I wanted to pull out and jack off, but I feared her recriminations. I was in pure agony.

Dad was pounding into her and her eyes were fluttering closed. She was near an orgasm and began to plead with him, "Harder, harder. Oh yes. Yes!" she began to squirt her orgasm all over his legs and drenched his pants too.

Finishing, they played around for a few minutes, kissing and fondling one-another. I watched as she played with my father as if I wasn't there watching.

I had lost track of time and figured I better make an exit so I could "return". Anna looked toward me and I motioned that time was up. She smiled and said to my father that they should tidy up. They dressed and Dad returned to his work.

I left and returned, of course I had forgotten the paint! But Dad didn't seem to catch on. We worked until dinner and then Dad left us to ourselves. As he was leaving, I listened from the adjacent room as Anna saw him off.

"Can you come by tonight?" I heard him ask.

"I'll let you know..."

I heard the smacking of lips as they kissed.

"Let me know soon, or I'll have to jack off thinking of you..." Dad pleaded.

I Was elated to know that my father might jack off thinking of my wife!

Anna giggled and cautioned him, "You better save it for me, mister!"

Listening to my wife and father talk so intimately was overpowering my ability to maintain my composure. I was rigid with desire for my wife, for my wife to show me her slutty side, the one she expressed with Dad; the bad girl that fucked my father.

As she stepped back from the door, I moved to her quickly and pulled her shorts down, spun her around, and pressed her forward, over a toolchest. She giggled out gleefully. I placed my turgid meat at her core, and as the vision of my father penetrating her flashed through my mind, I penetrated my wife - my father's lover!

We fucked for several minutes before we realized it wasn't really working out the way we would like. We moved to the bedroom and fucked like minxes.

As we slowed to a gentle lovemaking, I asked her if she was going to visit Dad, as he had asked.

"I've never had this much sex in my life." she mused, delaying her response.

I was playing with a nipple and Anna observed, "Your dad likes that one too! What is it with you guys? Chip off the same old block?"

I was touched by the observation, "We both have great taste in women!"

"Would you mind if I popped over to visit him for a while?"

"Wake me when you get back...I want to know you're home, and safe."

She showered and dressed, shorts and a tee shirt, of course...

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A couple of weeks had gone by when Anna asked to stay overnight at Dad's place. I was taken aback; they had always made the pretense of visiting for an evening as cover for their affair. Now they wanted to brazenly flaunt the entire act in my face.

"All night?" I asked, nonplussed.

"Dad asked if it was okay..."

"He wants you, all night?"

"If you say no..."

I cut her off, "What do you want Anna? Is this something you want too?"

"I...yes...I do." She admitted softly, wringing her hands in her lap.

Her eyes darted up, but she kept her head cast downward; this was hard for her to ask. It was certainly a paradigm shift in our relationship with my father.

"This is a big change Babe. Is this going to hurt us, you and me?"

"Oh no, honey...I...We just want to wake up together, you know? like you and I do."

"Like you and Me?"

"Umm hmm, you know, cuddle and maybe...you know...in the morning?"

"You can say it Anna, sex. You want to have wake up sex with Dad."

She averted her eyes, and squirmed in her seat. She put a hand to her breast and stated, "Yes, I want to have wake up sex with Dad..."

She paused, and I labored under the salacious thought of them fucking away as I waited at home for them to finish.

She continued after a moment, "It's been a long time for him - since...Well...And I want to make that memory real for him..."

I became hard with desire. It was wrong to allow this to develop into more than a visit once in awhile, but my baser instincts were in complete control of my faculties.

I acquiesced, "What night have you decided upon?"

"Is tomorrow night okay?"

"Be careful!" I pleaded.

"I love you honey." She reassured.

She didn't visit Dad that evening. We stayed together and played at being lovers - the whole while the specter of my father haunted us both - her longing desire to be with him - my dread of his increased role as full time lover to my wife...

The following day dragged on in agonizing lethargy. When Dad announced that he was departing, Anna sidled up to me and explained, "I'll be leaving with Dad, okay?"

I had assumed she would follow, as she had in the past - I had no reason to expect it to occur that way, I was just unprepared for the emotional onslaught.

"Please call me later?" I asked, pitifully.

"Okay." She promised, as she kissed me on the cheek.

I didn't sleep. I tossed and turned all night. My father's gain in finding a woman to wake up with was now the bane of my existence.

As the sun rose, so did I. Coffee tasted bitter, but I sipped, hoping for a jumpstart to my consciousness.

When they didn't show for work at eight, I began without them.

At ten-thirty my phone chirped, announcing a text had arrived; "Having breakfast in bed. Home soon."

My mind was a blur of fantastical machinations. I imagined them waking up to have sex and then returning to bed for "Breakfast Sex!"

Just after noon I heard a car in the driveway. I saw Anna leaning over to kiss Dad. It looked as if she was saying goodbye. Sure enough, when she stepped out of the car, Dad pulled out and left.

When she entered the front door and saw me she seemed surprised, "Oh! Hi honey." She said as she moved to me and kissed me softly on the lips. She smelled of Dad, his aroma, his sex...

"I was beginning to worry." I chastened her.

"Why? I was with Robert!" She used his given name - she had never done that before to my knowledge.

"So are we taking a day off?" I asked, alluding to Dad's departure and her late arrival.

"Well I need a bath, honey!" She said with a giggle. Turning to walk to the bathroom. I went back outside but couldn't concentrate on the work, and walked back inside. I stood in the doorway of the bathroom as Anna soaked in a bubble bath.

I was compelled to interrogate her, but decided to be tactful, "How was your evening?"

She was laying back in the tub, her head leaning on a towel rolled into a pillow, her eyes closed, still as a corpse.

"Umm, nice." She said noncommittally.

"You didn't call..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot, honey!" She begged pardon.

"So, breakfast in bed, huh?"

She giggled, "Oh, yes! Your father can be very romantic!"

"Romantic?"

"She glanced at me before saying, "He's the perfect gentleman...I see where you get it from."

I wanted to embrace the complement, but my hackles were up.

"So, you had a romantic evening?"

She finally responded to my need to know. She picked up a washcloth and wiped her face. She looked at me levelly and explained, "Last night we laid in bed and talked. We just talked. He was so full of conversation we just never got around to doing...you know...anything."

"I see." I muttered, unsatisfied with her exposition; my fantasy was unrequited.

"No, honey, I don't think you do." She admonished me. For the first time using a stern and level tone. "Your father has never gotten over you mother. He misses her awfully, and for a few moments last night he forgot his loss. And it was because you allowed me to be with him, to care for him, as only a woman could."

Her chastisement cut to the core of my conceit; this wasn't about me, or my fantasies, this was my father's well being.

I regained my composure, "So was it cathartic, for Dad?"

"Umm, me too."

"How so?" She had piqued my interest.

"Well, you know how I was - how much I was lusting for him before?"

"I remember."

"I found out I could just be with him and not...well, sex isn't everything you know?"

"So you didn't?" I was confused now, and I must have looked stupefied because she giggled again.

"Well, not last night...but this morning he made up for it!"

I was becoming agitated with prurient interest in her narrative.

"Really?" I quipped.

She shyly covered her face with her hands and gasped out, "Oh, god. Do you really want to know?"

"Please, I want to hear what you guys got up to..."

"Well, I woke up and I was laying behind him. He was snoring softly and I thought 'what a wonderful way to wake him up!' so I reached over and took him in my hand."

"Damn!" I muttered under my breath.

"I was playing with him when he stopped snoring. He kinda, rolled over and said 'good morning', then he pulled me up to kiss him."

I was ecstatic. But when she paused for effect I almost begged her to continue.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?" she looked at me askance.

"Yes. please!"

"Uh, I guess it was then I asked what he liked, you know, what he enjoyed before, with his wife - your mom."

I had a little too much reality, a sudden overload of maternal propriety.

"Really?" I quipped as the vision of my mom dispelled haltingly.

"He said he liked to wake up to a warm mouth!" She wrinkled her nose, as if it was a yucky idea. In reality she had performed oral sex on me, although not as often as I would have liked.

When she didn't immediately continue, I urged her on, "So?"

"So...I did."

I was apoplectic now, I needed to hear her description of her performing oral sex on my father.

""You did what, Babe?"

"I gave your dad a blowjob..." She looked at me, embarrassed at her admission, but continued anyway, "He was pretty excited and didn't last long."

This was a revelation. I had never ejaculated into my wife's mouth, oral sex was foreplay, we never finished that way.

"Dad...Dad came in your mouth?" I said, my voice faltering.

"Yes." She said, glancing at me for my reaction.

"Oh Anna!" I uttered.

She reached for me with one hand. I stepped forward and she felt for my engorged penis.

"Umm, drop the drawers mister, we have some business to attend to."

I loosened my belt and then dropped my pants. I was hard - extremely hard.

She pumped me once and then leaned toward me, engulfing me totally in one gulp. I trembled as she began to stroke me with her hands and swallow me with her mouth. I was nearing an orgasm and I announced as much to her...

She sped up her assault and I began to ejaculate into my wife's mouth. She was gulping - swallowing my semen - as she continued to slurp at me wetly.

I tired and became weary. Weary of the emotion, the extreme agitation, the release of my fears and concerns for our relationship, and from the complete release of my pent up sexual deprivation.

I took a nap as she finished her bathing, As I lay on the bed I roused to the sound of her chatting with someone. I ignored the invasion of my slumber and soon it was morning again - I had slept the night away!

When I arose it was late in the morning, but I felt refreshed. I heard Dad talking to Anna in the yard. They were discussing some aspect of the work for the day. I poured a cup of coffee and wandered into the bathroom.

As I relieved myself, the memory of my wife swallowing me flashed into my mind. Of course then the the thought of her sucking my dad was soon to follow. I smiled and wondered if he knew how lucky he was?"

When I stepped out Anna and Dad looked up to greet me. "One happy family" I thought.

We worked until late afternoon when Dad announced that it was time for him to leave. Anna shot a glance toward me and I explained that I was going to work for a little while longer.

Dad said "Goodbye," and walked toward the house.

Anna smiled toward me and then followed him inside.

I waited a moment, but the intrigue had the best of me. I made my way to the door and peered inside. What I encountered was not what I had expected to see; Anna was leaning against the wall, her shorts were gone and her legs were spread. Dad was kneeling in front of her, performing oral sex on my wife.
Anna was cooing, her hands were holding his head firmly as he lapped at her tender folds. He placed a finger inside her and she began to thrust against his face.

He continued his manipulations and soon had her begging for more.

He stood, pulled his erect organ from his trousers and pushed forward. He entered her and immediately began his orgasm.

"Oh, god, Anna..."

Anna giggled, "Sure, just a quicky for the road, huh?"

He laughed, as he pulled out and replaced his penis into his pants. He remarked as he kissed her, "This was dangerous with Mike so close by!"

"I'll call you later..." She said, and then kissed him goodbye.

When she turned around I was standing in the middle of the room. She looked surprised, but quickly recovered, "Tee-hee!" she giggled.

I gasped as I looked between her thighs; Dad's copious seed was streaming down her legs. Anna gasped, and made a dash to the toilet.

That night as we readied for bed, Anna's phone chirped, a text message from Dad caught her attention. "He said he really misses me!" she explained.

She replied to him a text that she didn't divulge to me...

When he responded, I caught a glimpse of what it said; "I love you!" he had said - to my wife!

Anna leaned away as she responded, but I watched as she keyed the message responding to him; "Love you too!"

The tension between us had returned. Why did it have to be so difficult? I loved my wife and I loved my father. Why couldn't we love each other as easily? Why did it have to be so emotional? Why was I envious - was I jealous?

And then my thoughts were disrupted by another text. "Aww! He says the sheets still smell like me!"

She smiled at me, and I smiled back; I knew that smell...

I asked her what she thought the future held for us, for all of us?

She lay silent for awhile. When she stirred it was to express a heartfelt desire, "I would like to ask Robert to move in with us, here."

She paused and I sat, expectantly awaiting what more she desired.

"I don't think he will be happy in that house all alone..."

"That's where they lived, together as man and wife..." I observed, alluding to my mother and father.

"But I think he needs mm..." She almost said "me" before thinking better of it.

"Honey how is it that Dad moving in here helps with anything?" But as soon as I had asked the question I realized the answer; She would have us both. Whenever she wanted!

Sure enough, she as much as admitted it, "Running back and forth is difficult. Don't you think?"

"I suppose so..."

"Can I ask him?"

"Is he aware that I know?"

"I guess, but we've never talked about it..."

"That might be a good first step, Anna."

I realized then that Dad and I were at an equilibrium, satisfied with the way things were. Anna was pushing the envelope with this idea.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow."

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If they had discussed anything I was unaware of it. Anna would drop in to see Dad, always letting me know when and for how long.

But on a Thursday, a few weeks later, Dad and I had just finished the siding and began replacing doors, when he acknowledged for the first time his relationship with my wife.

"I was thinking of taking a trip this weekend." He began.

"Too late to request time off." I joked, shaking my head.

"I have reservations at the old Inn at Crystal Lake." He added.

The Inn at Crystal Lake was where he and mom spent their honeymoon. I had heard their stories about the place for years. It was quite the feat to get reservations, it was rumored.

"Sure, Dad. Anna and I can manage without you for a weekend..."

Dad had stopped working and I took notice. He leveled his gaze, and then glanced away quickly averting his eyes from mine. My interest was piqued.

"I'd like to take Anna along with me!" He said flatly.

I was dumbfounded. Dad had just asked to take my wife along on a weekend jaunt. I was faint. I forgot to breathe and when I faltered, Dad caught me by the arm. He helped me to a seat on the steps, and stood, looking concerned.

When my wits returned I asked him, "Have you asked Anna?"

"Not yet."

I wondered why he had waited to ask me first?

"Let's ask her." I said matter-of-factly, "Anna, honey, can you come here a minute?"

She appeared in the doorway, her hair up in a bandanna, flecks of paint dotting her face.

"What's up?" She inquired.

"Dad's taking a trip this weekend."

She frowned. Her questioning look glanced between the two of us. "A trip?"

"He wants to know if you would like to accompany him?"

The paint brush dropped with a thud to the steps. Her jaw went slack and she gasped out, "Oh, my god!"

Dad was looking on with hopeful desire.

I stood and gave her a hug, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "He asked me for my permission!"

She kissed me deeply and asked, "When?"

"Tomorrow morning, it's quite a drive to Crystal Lake, but the reservations are for..." Dad's voice faltered.

Anna squealed in delight, "Oh, I need to get ready. I need to pack!" She kissed me, turned to Dad and kissed him likewise. He looked embarrassed to be in such close proximity to his lover's husband as they kissed.

Dad stuck his hand out for me to shake, I took his hand, but I pulled him into an embrace. Patting him on the back, and I added, "Take care of my wife."

He nodded nervously.

When Dad pulled into the driveway the next morning, Anna was still getting ready. I announced his arrival and laughed when she said in a panic, "I'm not ready!"

I met Dad at the door. I was ready for work, Dad was... well, he was ready!

I invited him in and said, "She will be a few minutes..."

He nodded and grabbed a cup of coffee I offered him.

We heard a rustle and as we turned in unison, we both made admiring sounds as we took in the sight before us; Anna was wearing yoga pants and a slouch topped blouse, accentuating her breasts. Her hair was up, held with a clamp at the back. She had donned big, oversized sunglasses, and her makeup was just enough to leave us begging.

She spoke and we both jumped, "There's my bags, can you get them?"

We bumped into one-another trying to get the bags loaded.

She kissed me while I stood on the porch saying, "I'll try to call or maybe text, honey."

I waved to Dad, as she walked toward his car. She got in the passenger seat and he closed her door.

Without looking back, he drove away with my wife...

True to her word, Anna texted me that evening. It was late, maybe eleven, when my phone chirped. I checked the message, and it was short, "We got here safe." but there was a picture with it. I opened the picture and saw a smallish room with a large bed. I was going to respond something like "nice" or some such drivel when I noticed a reflection in the large mirror against the wall in the room.

I enlarged the picture. I looked intently. I saw her reflection, she was naked. So was Dad; he was standing behind her in the photo.

I had dreams that first night. Dreams of my father fucking my wife. I awoke and had to jack off at around three in the morning. Sleep came fitfully.

As I worked Saturday morning I received another text. It was of the two of them, faces together smiling, as they sat in a hot tub. I strained to see if they had suits on. I was unable to discern if they were naked.

That evening, I was left to my imagination, She didn't contact me at all...As I laid in bed, penis in hand, gently stroking myself, I wondered if Anna was right. Would it be better for all of us if Dad lived here? Would I reap my just share if she could just choose a room for the night? Would Dad mind the proximity to my bedroom as he fucked Anna.

Morning came and my hopes were on an edge as I waited for them to return. I ate lunch at noon and kept a watchful eye at the driveway.

It was almost six in the evening when I heard dad's car pull in. They disembarked and as Dad and I brought the luggage in the house Anna used the toilet. When she came out she was giggling at Dad. She was pointing at him and laughing now.

"That'll teach you." She said pointing at Dad's trousers.

I looked and saw that Dad's excitement was obvious.

Anna reached forward and felt his bulge, stating, "Robert took a Viagra this morning, and he's still excited!"

Dad looked embarrassed, "I took it early this morning, and I figured it would wear off, you know?"

I didn't know, but I surmised that he did.

"I would have been fine if Anna hadn't played with me while I drove." He said accusingly.

They were in a fun mood, and they were having an effect on me...

Once again, Anna rubbed his bulge.

"See what I mean?" He said pleadingly.

I decided to plead his case, "Anna you can't tease a man that way."

"See?" Dad agreed, "Mike even says you're being cruel!"

Anna grinned and responded in a manner I didn't expect.

"Okay, okay. So it's my fault." She admitted, "So what should I do Mike? I mean there is only one way to handle this..." She giggled at her double entendre.

I just stood and smiled at her. If she had the gumption to try it with me there, I wanted to call her on it.

"Fine." She said, "I'll fix this..."

She took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom. As she pulled her top off I looked at Dad. He was stricken with doubt.

She said, "Strip, if you want this!"

Dad dropped his trousers and then his shirt. Anna was now seated naked on the bed and reaching for Dad's erection. She took him into her mouth and began to fellate him.

She would glance at me from time to time but she was concentrating on Dad. When it became obvious he wasn't going to climax orally, Anna fell back onto the bed and said, "Come on, Robert, this your chance to get some relief."

He glanced at me, and I avoided his gaze. But when he climbed between my wife's thighs, I couldn't look away...

As Dad pounded away inside Anna's belly, I glanced up to see her mouthing "I love you" to me. I returned her affirmation of love with a wink and a smile.

Dad soon left his spunk inside her and arose to leave. I had the presence of mind to ask him to wait for a few moments, while I talked with Anna.

He stepped out and waited on the front porch. I sat beside my wife and said, "You must have enjoyed yourselves."

She smiled and said, "It was wonderful Mike, thankyou!"

"Anna, about Dad moving in..."

This brought a serious look to her face.

"What about it?" She looked hopeful.

"Why don't we ask him tonight?"

"Oh Mike!" She squealed in delight. Jumping into my arms she almost knocked me over.

I called for Dad to rejoin us.

When we were standing together, I announced, "Dad, Anna has been asking me for sometime now to invite you to stay with us."

Anna couldn't restrain her happiness, She kissed me and then Dad.

"Please say yes?" she entreated him.

He stood frozen to the floor for a long moment before he answered, "Where would we sleep...?" He seemed to be wondering about the sleeping arrangements.

"I think you can have your own room, Dad."

"Umm..."

He still wasn't getting the jist of the offer.

"Of course you get all the fringe benefits!" Anna added as an inducement.

A smile came across his face, realizing that it would include Anna's special attention.

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We were now just days away from being finished with the renovation. I was on the phone with the administration at school, verifying my return from my sabbatical; when I heard Anna moaning from somewhere in the house. I quickly finished my call and made my way to the doorway to Dad's bedroom.

As I peered inside I was greeted with the sight of my wife, Anna, astride Dad's torso, she was fucking him, and it wasn't even noon yet!

"Okay, you two!" I announced, "I could use a little help moving the rest of the furniture."

Anna giggled, "Be right there, honey..."

As I moved away from the door, I could hear as my father began his orgasm. "Oh, Anna! I'm cumming!" He gasped.

Anna was raging on his taught erection, "Yes, yes give it to me!" she exclaimed.

This was the new normal; Anna was near insatiable. When she was with either of us, Dad or me, she acted like it had been ages since she had had sex. It bordered on depraved. But Dad and I reaped the benefits of the enhanced, libidinous Anna; she was enticing, exhilarating, enchanting...

I had no reason to decry her sexual relationship with my father; I was getting more sex than ever, and it seemed to take on a fresh new aspect, one that didn't seem to get old or uninteresting, it evolved constantly.

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I was back teaching. The evenings with Anna and Dad were like a comfortable family. Although the arrangement was based on the proximal access to sex with one-another, we didn't discuss it as often as you might think.

Anna would get ready for bed in the evening and based upon her whim, decide which bed to climb into. Whichever one of us, Me or Dad, she kissed goodnight, would be sleeping alone.

It was on a night that I had been thinking of the new dynamic between us, as a family, that Anna came to me, saying, "Goodnight honey." Kissing me softly on the lips. I yearned for her intimate touch, and desperately wanted her to be with me...

She smiled and went to Dad's room.

My heart sunk. I needed my wife, but the protocol of the situation dictated that I wait my turn. It wasn't as if she wouldn't ever return, it was a question of when.

I couldn't sleep, I heard them fucking in the next room and desperately wanted to join in. I had the overwhelming desire to interrupt them as they ravaged each other. I thought of the ramifications if I were to insinuate myself into their love making. But wouldn't that open up the possibility for Dad to reciprocate?

I held my myself in check. It wasn't easy. When I heard him scream as he began to blast his seed into my wife's tender belly, I blasted onto the sheets of my bed...

I was dressing for work, wondering if they were up and about yet, when I peeked in Dad's door. It was just cracked enough to make out Anna, astride Dad, as she gently took him inside her. She was laying over him, her face between his face and neck.

His eyes were closed, but he was moving in time with her movements.

She was undulating her hips in a slow languorous motion. "Wake up sex", I surmised.

I took note of the time and hurried to work.

That evening, as I entered the house, I was greeted by Anna. Dad was nowhere to be seen. She and I ate a quiet dinner together. As I helped her clean up after dinner, I was compelled to ask about Dad.

"Where is Dad tonight?"

"He wanted us to have some alone time, so he took in a movie."

I wondered if they had picked up on my angst from the previous evening?

"I see..."

"Mike..." she began to say something but halted in mid-thought.

"Yes, dear?"

"Umm, Robert proposed to me last night..."

My head exploded! "Proposed?" I asked, flabbergasted at the proposition.

"Calm down, honey..."

"Are you asking for a divorce?" I lashed out at her seemingly diffident behavior.

"No! No!" She protested, "We want to consummate our relationship."

"Consummate! I thought that's what you were doing?" I pleaded.

"Please honey, let me explain..." she begged, tears in her eyes.

"Explain? What's to explain?"

She began to cry. My frustration from the night before had pushed me into overreacting. I realized it too late however, I had hurt her feelings, perhaps damaging our relationship...

I calmed down, centered my mind and then asked, "Anna, please explain what's going on?"

She sniffled and dried a tearful eye, looking to me with a hurt grimace on her face she asked, "Are you going to get mad? Or listen to me?"

"I'm listening." I said calmly.

"Robert - your father - has been unsettled by our...relationship." She paused to dry another tear, "He said he felt like a heel, doing what we do under your roof, with you in the next room..."

I nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Anyway we have been talking, and..." She seemed to be searching for the correct words, "We began wondering that if we were married and you were the odd one out, how he might feel..."

"And marrying him is the answer?"

"Please allow me to finish!"

"Okay, okay." I held my hands up in acquiescence.

"So we talked about it and decided the only way forward, without guilt or condemnation was for me to be married to both of you..." She looked at me longingly, searching for understanding in my confused demeanor.

I sat and tried to get inside their minds, to try and fathom the logic that they followed to get to this decision.

She must have perceived my confusion. She asked me if I was okay?

"I don't know, Anna..."

She reached for me, and I took her hand. We stood and kissed.

"How is this...arrangement...supposed to work?"

"Well, I was thinking you and I could renew our vows..."

I interrupted her explanation, "Renew our vows?"

"Yes. And Robert and I could be married at the same time!" She stated, as if it made perfect sense.

"Who would ever agree to officiate such a ceremony?"

"It would just be us, honey. You, me and Robert."

"Just us? But I thought..."

She giggled at my confused blather, "What did you think, honey? That Robert and I were running off together?"

Anna and I were in bed, having just finished with a post coitus shower, when we heard Dad return home. She excused herself, and pulled on a robe. She smiled back at me, winked and asked, "Can I accept Robert's proposal?"

"Sure, Babe. Tell him you would be honored to be his wife!"

She smiled, came back to hover over me, saying, "Don't go to sleep, I'll be right back..." She kissed me, turned and went to my father.

I couldn't stand the suspense - what would she say? What would he say?

I stood and quietly moved to the door to my father's bedroom. I pressed my ear to the door, and listened.

"I talked to Mike..." She began.

But Dad was too inquisitive to allow her to explain, "What did he say?"

"He said..."

I was apoplectic, Dad must have felt the same way. Was she teasing us?

"Yes..." Dad begged.

"He said I should be honored to accept your proposal."

I heard a huge groan as she must have taken him...

I returned to my room and waited. An hour later, tense and expectant, my wife returned to me. She slipped into bed and said, "I need you now!"

I placed my erection at her center and pressed forward, slipping easily into her tenderness. She was wet, but not overly so...I surmised that he had not penetrated her, or had not ejaculated in her. Either way, I was the recipient of her passion.

We fucked like there was no tomorrow. I started out on top of her, but quickly allowed her on top. As she was ravaging my tumescent cock, she relayed her conversation with Dad.

"Robert was so happy, Honey." Grinding into me inexorably, "Oh, god, you've made me so happy..." She panted from the stimulation from having two lovers - two husbands! "I can't believe I will be married to two awesome men, two husbands..."

She began to shiver and quake, her breath came in gasps as she began to climax on my penis, imagining the three of us in a loving relationship, living as wife and husbands...

We slowed, and in the afterglow of our coitus, I asked her, "So how do we go about getting married to Dad?"

"I thought we could go to that place where you and I first...you know...made out. It's so beautiful there, don't you think?"

The place she was referring to was an overlook, off the highway, with a view of the entire valley in which the city was nestled. It was commonly referred to as "lover's leap".

"When?" I inquired further.

"What do you think of Saturday morning?" She quipped.

"Sure, Babe, sounds fine to me..."

Three days later, at ten in the morning, the three of us dressed in our best clothes stepped out of Dad's car at the summit overlooking the valley below.
We stood, facing each other. Anna positioned Dad and I on either side of her and asked, "Who here will give me away?"

"I will." I intoned the rehearsed part of our ceremony.

She then asked "Who will accept me?"

"I do!" both Dad and I chimed in concert.

"Do you, Mike, my loving husband, accept me as your loving wife? To have and to hold for all time?"

"I do." I answered.

"Do you, Anna, my loving wife accept me as your husband? To have and to hold for all time?" I asked.

"I do." She answered in return.

This is where I choked up, I had to clear my throat before asking, "Do you, Anna, my loving wife, accept my father, Robert as your loving husband, To have and to hold for all time?"

"I do.!" She answered eagerly.

"Do you father, Robert - er, Dad..." I was fumbling the ceremony, "Do you accept my wife, Anna as your wife, To have and to hold for all time?"

"I do." He said with a confidence and tone that spoke of his deep abiding love for my wife.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife."

They smiled and moved to kiss, I decided to add a final, unrehearsed comment, "Welcome to the family Dad."

They both smiled at the comment and kissed. When they pulled apart, I shook Dad's hand and then embraced Anna. I whispered in her ear, "He's a lucky man!"

Dad added to the unscripted dialog, "I love you son...You are a selfless and loving man."

Anna smiled and kissed me on the cheek, then she added comment to the joyful occasion, "Having either of you is more than any woman could hope for...But having you both is pure ecstasy!"

We hadn't discussed the wedding night, or who would be in line first, or for that matter whether a reaffirmation rated any attention at all. Did Anna expect to be with Dad, as he was the newlywed?

As we ate a picnic lunch. Dad asked me if I had plans for later. I answered, "No, no plans."

Anna looked up and smiled. It became apparent that she had made plans for us, we just weren't aware of them yet.

That afternoon, as we traded our clothes for something easier to lounge around in, Anna asked me to meet her in the bedroom.

"Would you mind if I was with my new husband for the evening?"

Having her ask like this was arousing...I was going to acquiesce, but the look on her face stopped me.

"I really need you Honey." She purred, "My new husband..."

I began to kiss her and as I reached for her robe, she pulled away, giggling.

"Wait here." she teased, and left the room.

I began to pull off my sweat pants and shirt, I was struggling with the shirt as Anna and Dad walked into the room.

"It's only fair to consummate this marriage together." She explained.

Dad, looked uncomfortable, I knew I was!

Anna began to disrobe, and Dad took the cue to lose his clothes. The three of us, naked and nervous, mounted the bed.

Dad positioned himself on his back and Anna crawled over his torso, so as to be over his erect penis. She took him in her mouth and he began to perform oral sex on her.

She pulled off of him, looked quickly at me and said, "Come on hubby! Join us!" motioning me to mount the bed, behind her.

As I mounted the bed, she returned to her task.

I pumped my dick a couple of times and wondered if I should ask Dad to move so I could enter her vagina. I decided to use action as dialog and moved into position, above my father's face and pointed myself at my wife's vagina. I moved forward and entered her.

Placing my hands on her hips, I began to stroke into her. I could feel my nut sack dragging across my dad's face as I repeatedly stroked into her.

Dad was giving Anna a thrilling oral experience and I was determined to be his equal in inducing her pleasure.

It was just moments when she stopped sucking him and began gasping out, loudly, "Oh yes! Yes, please! Yes!"

Dad was now mauling her clit, I was ramming into her belly and she was humping us both.

She was cumming and I warned Dad that I was soon to follow, "Dad I'm cumming!!"

Then I felt it...

As I was stroking in and out of Anna, I could feel Dad's tongue along the bottom of my shaft!

I exploded into her, and Dad licked my scrotum, as I held firmly into her.

I slowed and Dad could be heard slurping our love juices between our legs.

I rolled to one side, and Dad got between Anna's widespread thighs. He was inside her and stroking in a flash. He was clearly agitated, because he was soon to blast her insides with his semen also.

Dad and I avoided looking at one-another, I felt confused at having enjoyed his sexual contact with me. And wondered if he felt disturbed as well...

When Anna went to the bathroom, Dad explained his actions, "Mike, about the...uh...well, I just wanted to say thanks."

"Thanks? For what Dad?"

"She was your wife and you took me in as an equal...I don't know anyone else who would have the courage..."

I pondered his use of the word "courage". I supposed he meant it as a compliment for my sharing my wife with him, but courage had a different meaning, I wasn't so sure it was a compliment.

"Courage? How so?"

"Well, I thought if the roles were reversed, I don't know if I could have allowed you to be above me, you know?"

"I see..."

"I just wanted to show you that I will do anything to make this marriage succeed."

I chuckled, "Well you surely did 'anything', Dad."

It was then that he noticed that I was becoming hard again, I was embarrassed to the bone that my father had excited me to hardness, talking of a homosexual act!

Anna saved me, walking back into the room she asks, "What are you two plotting?"

Dad said, "Here, Anna, Get on top of Mike."

I reclined and as Anna crawled over me, I felt Dad grasp me in his hand and place me at her opening. When Anna reached between us to grasp me she found my Dad's hand holding me firmly.

She looked from one to the other of us, saying, "Oh, you two are really, bad, boys!"

As I fucked my - our wife - Dad placed his erect penis in front of Anna's face. She took it in her mouth, just inches from my face. As she gave him oral pleasure, I looked to see him smile at me beneath him...

As Anna swallowed him, I began to flick my tongue against his shaft. Anna noticed my attempt at fellatio. She pulled off, smiled and placed him at my mouth, grinning broadly she encouraged me, "Go ahead, Mike, give our new husband some love!"

I hesitated, This was too fast for me to assimilate, I allowed my tongue to flick out and Dad gasped. Watching me intently, Anna and Dad, cooed their delight at my seeming acceptance.

Anna kissed the head of his dick and then licked my lips, over and over. Soon I engulfed him in a daze of erotic confusion. I closed my eyes and then realized that I was alone at my father's erection. My eyes fluttered open to see Anna and Dad kissing passionately. I engulfed him as deep as I dared. Dad looked surprised and placed one hand on my face and the other at the base of his penis.

Dad's eyes seemed to roll back in his head and it began for him...He was ejaculating in my mouth!

Anna joined me at his shaft and helped me swallow his paternal seed.

As he pulled out and rolled back on his heels, Anna and I kissed and fondled each other.

I passed out from emotional exhaustion.

I awoke to a gentle prodding in my side. I opened one eye to see what was bumping me awake and saw Dad gently probing Anna. He was between her legs and her knee was bumping into me.

I rolled to one side and watched as they made love. She was unaware of my conscious state.

Anna, was softly speaking to Dad as he performed his devotion to her.

"I'm so glad Mike has accepted our relationship."

"Umm..." He moaned.

"I worried that he might not approve of us...getting married."

"I know." Dad finally found his voice between thrusts.

"I love him so much!"

"So do I." Dad admitted, then added, "I was so worried when we started...you and I were cheating...I was so ashamed of cheating with my son's wife..."

"We weren't cheating." She explained.

"But, I thought...?" Dad sounded confused.

"That day in the rain, remember?"

"Sure,I remember." He responded.

"When the blanket fell...Mike got as excited as we did."

"Really?"

"Umm, hm. He even teased me about looking at you, about seeing you naked."

I was becoming hard listening to this pillow talk between my wife and father.

""Did he ever guess about the first time we...we were together?"

"No! I had to admit that we were together."

I smiled, she believed me to be clueless about their playing around.

"I wish we were up front with him."

I was respectful of my father at that moment. His assertion meant a great deal to my confidence and self esteem.

Anna spoke of her love for Dad in a very tender way, one that spoke volumes of her capacity for understanding the multiple roles she held in our lives, "Robert, there was a time when I just wanted you as my lover...But as we flirted and played around, it became apparent that I wanted to be more to you than just a lover...

Dad affirmed his understanding, "I know...I was looking at you as a distraction from my loss, my wife...but I soon came to love you...not as a daughter, but as a woman..."

"I have to say, Mike has been wonderful about it."

"Yes, he has." Dad agreed.

"We should do something special for him!" Anna declared.

But before Dad could respond one way or the other, I announced, "You already have!"

I startled them both by my outburst. They lurched and looked toward me, surprised.

"What did you say, Mike?" Anna asked.

"You have already given me something special!"

They looked at me, each other, and then back to me, incredulous.

"You two - er, we - are the best thing that has ever happened to me!"

I jumped out of bed and speaking over my shoulder, said, "You guys finish, while I start breakfast."

I was just putting the coffee on when I heard, "Oh, god, Robert, Yes!" Anna was ringing in her first day as the wife of two virile men. Boy! Was she in for a lifetime of attention!

We loved her like she deserved, the wife of two men so totally enamored of a beautiful woman that they would share her for all eternity...
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